waking up hopeful

waking up hopeful falling asleep away from the dawning of the morning i build anew from clay and i clasp my claws to puncture skin that used to feel so soft and you bleed i gasp i grin because you're wrong.

i turn to the other man he is sitting on my right and i turn my back to you maybe only for the night cause even though you lie (it may be why i cry) i'm scared the days are dark when you are gone.

that's why i strum the strings of thought so through my day they give me vibes me limber limbs to hug the air so i can live with yellow bleeding through my sheets eyes wide so i can cry: i see my days- they're brighter with you here.

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